Kill TimeMature

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.


She ran happily through the garden, her youth was obvious, the way she giggled with glee, as if there were no cares in the world.  Max, her dog followed her obediently, wagging his tail. The sun was pulsating heavy rays of light, which reflected on Amelia’s blonde hair and pale skin. Her mother stood from the doorway, watching over her precious angel. A smile hung on her face. Watching her little baby, her little Amelia, made her forget everything.

“Mummy?” Little Amelia questioned, entering the kitchen.

“Darling, come on, it’s time for you to go get ready to go.” Her mother replied softly, her voice was saintly.

Amelia bounced up the stairs, carefree, humming to herself.

Amelia’s mother gasped. She turned around and gripped at the side of the counter her knuckles going white, and grimacing in pain. The dreadful pain ripped through her body, she let out a stifled scream. It was like lethal snake venom that was pumping through her veins, causing her agony. It was her nightmare. Her own darkness. Her sight darkened and her body fell limp to the floor, unconscious.

 X 10 years later X

Beep. Beep. The machines told no lies. My mother was still alive. Just. She was hanging on for dear life, she was a fighter. I had just turned 16 and my mother was dying from cancer. Life was a bitch. I watched her, lying there almost motionless. Her once youthful face was worn. Seconds ticked by. Beep. Beep. Tears pricked at my eyes. Beep. Beep. It was suddenly silent in the hospital room. My eyes were wide, I could no longer see the steady rise of her chest, nor hear her quiet breathing. A haunting continuous sound screamed from the room. I couldn’t move. My nightmares became reality in the following minutes.  

Nurses rushed into the room, pushing me to the side, neglected. Everything seemed to speed up around me. I just stood there, ghostly.

I reached out my hand. “Mum?”

There was no reply.

The End

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